A Word in Your Eye

Now that's getting serious.

The problem with the young wrestlers who were fixing fights has now escalated. Because of the scandal, the spring tournament in Osaka is being canceled.
( No tournament, no income... )
Hum. Maybe the public should consider the young wrestlers as doing good? After all, now everyone is looking closely at the sumo budgets, and wondering...

a.k.a. comparisons

Fumie and Shigeru said goodbye to the upstairs guy out in the street. The upstairs guy told them to take care. Fumie handed him a small package, and said, "It's onigiri (rice balls). You can eat them on the train." The upstairs guy pulled a lumpy envelope out of his pocket and said, "Here's the rent. It's really late." Shigeru said, "You don't have to do that. You'll need the money." The upstairs guy shook his head and pushed the envelope into Shigeru's hands. "No, take it. I owe you so much." Then he looked at them and said, "I think good fortune is going to come to you. I'm done with manga, but Shigeru is really an artist." He turned and set off. He had an old-fashioned army surplus backpack, with a little teapot tied underneath it. The teapot wiggled as he walked off.
( tempest in a teapot? )
She couldn't help comparing this house, with bright curtains, new furniture, and a family laughing together with her house, dark, drafty, and lonely.

<to be continued>